Books No One Hates Like a Poet Hates…
posted by May 23 at 11:07 AMon
… and no poet hated himself more than Philip Larkin. He’s the man who wrote:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
In a new batch of letters acquired by the British Library, Larkin laments his pasty, oblong visage as resembling “the late Stan Laurel” and “CS Lewis on a drugs charge”—and, my favorite, “an egg sculpted in lard, with goggles on.”
I hate to say it, but I can see the resemblance.
It just goes to show—the worst you can think about yourself is probably true.